YES! all things tell us of a birthright lost -- A brightness from our nature passed away! Wanderers we seem that from an alien coast Would turn to where their Father's mansion lay; And but by some lone flower, that 'midst decay Smiles mournfully, or by some sculptured stone, Revealing dimly, with gray moss o'ergrown, The faint, worn impress of its glory's day, Can trace their once-free heritage, though dreams, Fraught with its picture, oft in startling gleams Flash o'er their souls. But One, oh! @3One@1 alone, For us the ruined fabric may rebuild, And bid the wilderness again be filled With Eden-flowers -- One mighty to atone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY RARE INTERVALS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE MEANING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HUGH STUART BOYD: HIS DEATH, 1848 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |